And finally, a note on public etiquette, addressed mainly to the couple who were standing on the corner of 22nd and 10th, right outside the Empire Diner shortly after one o’clock on Friday afternoon, locked in what they call fervent osculation: public displays of affections are never really attractive, even if the parties involved actually are attractive. But when the parties involved are a seventysomething gentleman with a George Hamilton tan in a suit that cost more than the average Manhattanite pays in rent and a young woman who might have been half his age… well, I know that the turgid blossoming of passion on a glorious spring day is a wonderful thing, but, my god, there are people trying to eat lunch! Please!